He Probably Thinks My Flesh is Going to Tear

I blogged in a previous post about how earlier in this pregnancy Brian kept asking me why I was feeling so sick. You may remember how he asked me in dismay one day, "Mom, why are you always just laying all over the house?" About that time I got out pictures of me pregnant to show Brian how my stomach would be growing over the months and how feeling so sick was a normal part of pregnancy for me. I realized that Brian had never seen me pregnant and thought that we could have a bonding moment as he saw pictures of me pregnant with his brothers and with him.

Pregnant with Evan in 1997. I am about 7 months along in these two pictures. Gee...it is kind of amazing how much younger a girl can look in a nearly 12 year old picture.

Ready to deliver Adam in 2000. I remember the doctor being slightly concerned about the amount of fluid I was carrying toward the end of Adam's pregnancy. I was able to leave a dent (that would disappear in a few minutes) in my ankles if I pushed on them. Oh, sorry...that wasn't pleasant to read, was it?

I love how Evan is kissing my belly in this picture. Or, maybe I accidentally knocked him in the head with my enormous girth before he had the chance to move.

Ready to deliver Brian in 2003. I really must say it was a BOLD fashion choice to wear horizontal stripes at that stage of pregnancy. Why did I do that? I have no answer...the world may never know.

So...after I showed my sweet Brian all of these pictures I waited for his response...knowing that he would be moved by the sight of me ready to deliver him. I knew my efforts would result in the bonding moment that I was hoping for...

He looked at each picture and then said dryly...

"So, when you are pregnant, you just get big and fat."

It was more of a statement than a question.

You know, they say hindsight is 20/20...

I could have responded with 1 of the following quips...

1. Yeah, Brian...your momma gets so fat when she is pregnant she has to use the driveway to iron her maternity pants.

Or
2. You know, my little cherub...you were 10 pounds and 3 ounces when you were born...so if we are going to "lay blame" as to why Mommy was "big and fat" as you so eloquently put it...you little...

(My 10 pound 3 ounce little cherub, Brian, on the day of his birth. He kind of looked like a lumberjack next to some of the other babies in the nursery)

Or
3. Run Brian...before Mommy EATS you, and everything else withing a 3 mile radius...

But, I didn't really have a quick comeback that day...

So...I sighed heavily and responded...

"Yeah, Brian...when you're pregnant you just get big and fat."


Now, I have a secret to tell you...

Lean in closer so I can whisper...

Closer.....

Oh, oh....too close *back up*, *back up*...

*Phew* that's better...

You see...I started this pregnancy at a heavier start weight than any of my others...

I won't be surprised if my flesh really does tear...

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